Song Qingshu's heart moved, and he looked downstairs, only to see two men and two women walking in. A monk about fifty years old, wearing plain clothes and sandals, seemed to have a precious light flowing on his face, and he looked like a super master at first glance.
Another young man, who looked like a young man from an aristocratic family, with a handsome face and a gentle temperament, was looking at the profile of the girl in pink clothes next to him with an expression on his face.
The girl frowned slightly, with a cowardly look. It was Wang Yuyan who had met once at Mantuo Villa that day.
Not far away from them, a girl in black grasped the hilt of her sword and followed her in unhurriedly.
"Moha Kakra, I swear to be pure and perfect in the precepts. Why should King Ming be angry with a little girl? Why don't you come up and have a glass of water and wine together?" Song Qingshu spent a lot of time in his previous life because he often met business partners who were arty and believed in Buddhism. I worked hard to study some Buddhist knowledge, so I explained the origin of King Dalunming in just one word.
Mahakakra is the transliteration of Maharaja Mingwang's Sanskrit. Jiumozhi did not expect that someone in Jiangnan could recognize him at a glance. When he looked up, he saw that he was just a young man. In confusion, he walked up with Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu. Behind him When Mu Wanqing saw Song Qingshu, there was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and soon he thought of something again, his expression darkened, and he followed with a complicated expression.
"I'm dead, I'm dead! Where did such a beauty come from? If this beauty were to be my wife, the little emperor wouldn't change positions with me. I, Wei Xiaobao, work as hard as I can, in the sky and on the earth, with guns and arrows raining down on me. , Daoshan Oil Pot, no matter what, I have to marry this girl as my wife!" As soon as Wang Yuyan went upstairs, Wei Xiaobao felt as if he was hit hard by an invisible heavy hammer in the chest, his mouth went dry and he was stunned.
A man's instinct made Duan Yu immediately aware of the covetous look in Wei Xiaobao's eyes, and he couldn't help but subconsciously stood in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking the other party's burning gaze.
Noticing his behavior, Mu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart and sat down next to Song Qingshu out of anger.
"Farewell to Huashan, I didn't expect us to meet so soon." Song Qingshu turned around and looked at Mu Wanqing. The beauty's appearance was not diminished, but there was a hint of exhaustion on her beautiful face.
"Mei Wan, do you know this young master?" Duan Yu noticed that the relationship between the two seemed a bit unusual. Although Mu Wanqing was now his biological sister, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"He is my husband!" As soon as Mu Wanqing said this, everyone was shocked.
It turned out that Mu Wanqing was heartbroken when her lover's brother turned into a real brother. When she heard in Huashan that Duan Yu had been captured by Jiumozhi in Gusu, she hurriedly rushed to rescue her. Who knew that her former lover would be so obsessed with it so quickly? Come to that Miss Wang.
Duan Yu's sudden change of heart made Mu Wanqing feel chilled along the way. When she saw Song Qingshu, Mu Wanqing felt a little warmer in her heart. Of course, she said this more to Duan Yu on purpose to make him angry. of.
After being blocked just now, Wei Xiaobao had the opportunity to look at Mu Wanqing. At first glance, he couldn't help but feel startled. He compared the two women back and forth, and they were indistinguishable. He couldn't help but praise: "Brother Song, my sister-in-law is amazing." She's so beautiful!" But he felt a pity secretly in his heart. Being brothers means loyalty. If she hadn't been the eldest brother's woman and she was so beautiful, I would have got her at any cost.
Jiumozhi didn't have time to watch a group of crazy men and women quarreling over each other, so he clasped his palms together and said, "I wonder what this young master has to say?"
"King Ming used his 'Flame Knife' skill to wipe out the black sect in Tubo, and he was so powerful in the western border. What's even more rare is that he has great wisdom and is proficient in Buddhism. He is a person who has been fascinated by me for a long time. How can he dare to talk about any advice?" Song Qingshu smiled modestly.
Jiumozhi had a good look on his face. If this young man just praised his martial arts skills, he wouldn't feel anything at all. After all, not many people in the Central Plains martial arts have seen him take action. He probably praised his martial arts skills with some degree of satisfaction; Buddhism is more respected, but this cannot be faked.
Only then did Wang Yuyan see Song Qingshu, her eyes lit up, and she asked happily: "Mr. Song, have your injuries been cured?"
"Thank you to Miss Wang for your advice that day. My lower meridians have recovered." Song Qingshu smiled kindly at her.
"So you guys know each other." Jiumozhi snorted, but was not worried. Among the people present, the one with the braids doesn't know martial arts at first glance, the woman standing behind him has limited martial arts, and Mu Wanqing is not in his eyes, but the young man opposite may be a bit tricky, but considering his A weak young man, no matter how high his martial arts skills are, how much better can he be?
"Song has been greatly favored by Miss Wang in the past. Since she saw Miss Wang suffering today, although she thinks her martial arts are low, she has absolutely no reason to stand by and watch. If there is any offense, I hope the king will forgive the sin." Song Qingshu is not true. He wanted to fight him, but he just took this opportunity to let Wei Xiaobao experience Jiumozhi's martial arts, then he realized that what he said before was true, and he returned Wang Yuyan's favor by the way, so why not do it.
"Mr. Song Feng is handsome, but he has the style of a righteous man in ancient times. The poor monk admires him. It's a pity that the poor monk has something important to ask Miss Wang, so he has to offend him." Jiumozhi spoke elegantly, as if he had just attained Taoism. .
"Brother Wei, this is the master I mentioned to you earlier, take a closer look, it will be up to you to convince him to join later." Before standing up, Song Qingshu whispered in Wei Xiaobao's ear.
Not to mention the fact that the two of them were still in their clothes when they faced off, the situation was about to break out. Somewhere thousands of miles away, a major event related to the life and death of Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao was happening.
In the depths of the mountains in Shandong, the tent of the commander of the Golden Snake Camp, Yuan Chengzhi looked at the three people in the tent as if he was facing a big enemy: "Everyone gathered in the Golden Snake Camp this time, I don't know what to do."
No wonder he was nervous. Opposite him was the leader of Liaodong Shenlong Sect, the other was the leader of Qinghai Xuedaomen, and the other was Master Sangjie, the number one master of Shingon sect, one of the four major sects of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. All of them were first-class. Although the martial arts masters had already sent their invitations in advance and seemed to have no ill intentions, the three of them coming together still made Yuan Chengzhi wary.
"Why should the Golden Snake King be so wary of us? Now we have a common enemy, neither friend nor foe." Master Sangjie is fat and white, and when he smiles, he always has the illusion of smiling.
"Please forgive Yuan for being ignorant and not understanding what you mean." Yuan Chengzhi's heart moved and he said calmly.
"Why does the Golden Snake King pretend to be ignorant?" Hong Antong, the leader of Shenlong, said solemnly, "We are all here for Wei Xiaobao. I heard that Wei Xiaobao's trip to the south to form an alliance is a lie, and it is true to deal with Your Excellency."
"To deal with Wei Xiaobao, we don't need so many masters to join forces," the blood knife ancestor said suddenly, "A few days ago, the ancestor, I could have taken Wei Xiaobao's life very quickly, but who would have thought that a young man with strong martial arts suddenly appeared beside him?" People, hey," the ancestor of the blood knife looked around and said with a smile, "In my opinion, if you fight alone, I am afraid that none of you here is the opponent of that young man, so I ran around and wanted to unite everyone..."